Days in the life of a poet

When life gets too complicated and our hearts and minds seek out what is good and provides us sustenance...poetry is the breath of life. Words allow us to communicate...to express that within us that is most precious and real. We crave that which is familiar and gives us comfort...read and receive*

Sunday, November 21, 2010

A Good Day// Jon`

As you pass upon
the face of the world
she smiles at you and
even grass smells like honey

Watch the white lillies bloom
and enjoy the view
a pretty girl kisses you sweetly
her hand reaches to touch
your cheek softly melts

The moon rises and pauses
sits on a throne of clouds, while

stars peek, wink and twinkle
Pretty night. says the pretty girl

Hear moody sparrows chirping
darting, making swift shadows
as they flitter past street lamps
to escape into shadowed trees

Days like this...sometimes
make you think sometimes
that life can be good and
sometimes it is*

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